• Beating her wings bloody
    She cried to the people
    She wanted more than golden bars
    The cruelty of a gilded world slatted before her eyes
    She hungered for the life of a bird
    Something once god given, now human taken
    So she freed her soul in song
    Every piercing note a testament of a life diverted
    She had no other way to fly
    Her wings were clipped
    And her spirit was broken
    And yet something lived on
    Every day the lock was still on the door
    She knew it
    And yet she tried again to find the key
    She sang and she sang without stop
    A lament of a slave
    A ballad of the oppressed
    Oh! The people said, walking on by
    What a lovely song!